After her mother's funeral, Kyt found herself lost in thought. She could never pay attention in class any longer, her grades were bound to drop. Who was there to make proud anymore? No one. She often found herself brooding like Gaz. She always felt Dib's worry. Even Zim was showing concern. She was even worried for herself.

     They couldn't find any family of hers at all. So she had a foster parent helping her pack her things to go live with them.

Kyt often had dreams about her mother, a boy, and a man. So many strange things. But all the dreams ended the same. Some tumultuous uprise, sending flames and screams into the sky. Kyt found herself often crying and trying to escape the confusion, holding onto something. She never looked down, so she wasn't quite sure what it was. But at the end of the dream she always heard that strange word.

Kytïel.

It was always in her mothers voice amongst the screams of many.

On weekends, instead of hanging out with Dib and Gaz, she found herself on bed, staring out her window at Zim's house- she probably wouldn't have to see it ever again. Seeing that her only known blood relative was dead and there was no one else, she was put into foster care instantaneously...

At the sight of Zim's house she thought of Tak. Everything awful had started when she came. Kyt shut her eyes tight often to hold in the tears. There was no way for her to escape the endless pain gnawing at her heart, creating a hole of inexpressible grief. Where had all this chaos suddenly come from?

~¥~ 

Kyt was pulled out of her thoughts as the whistle blew in gym. She did her stretches with the females in her class, and among them was Tak. She always made some scene of her in the locker room. Kyt had never known how many females had hated her until Tak had come into the class. Yet, Kyt ignored their teasing giggles, their fingers that pointed out imperfections that only they saw out of jealousy as she changed. All of it. She tuned it out, until all their voices were just blurred sounds in her ears. They were ignorant. And she knew better.

"Today class, we are to play DodgeBall." Kyt felt the nostalgia set in; her mind racing back to the first day. Everyone had matured enough since them for it to feel like ages ago... But it had only been a few short months. The groans were from the same set of people. "Tak, you'll be our first captain and.... Hmm. You."

The teacher picked a random boy. He scampered up next to Tak. He was shorter, pudgier and his face needed to be scrubbed with Comet rather than normal face soap.

Without a hesitation, Tak called out for Zim. He sauntered out of the crowd, his head hung down slightly and his hands were in his pocket. Kyt knew he felt her watching him. She looked away, then to the other boy. She noticed Tak say something, then something not ordinary. A flash of light streaked across one of the girl's dull eyes to the other, and the boy spoke in monotone, as if he were under a spell, "Kyt."

Many of the girls giggled that she had to walk to stand beside him. She stood tall, though. This was just some stupid game, not a date match. Soon the teams were picked, and the games got intense. Tak said nothing rude, and neither did Zim(he did throw a fit the few times he got out). After nearly an hour of rounds upon rounds, most of the class was sweating so bad it could be felt in the air. It was now only Kyt. Against Zim and Tak.

Tak was holding a ball, with a smile that made Kyt want to puke. She could hear the cheers from both teams. Go, Kyt! Go, Tak and Zim! Tak and Zim!

Kyt!

Kyt dove down as she saw the ball come towards her face at the very last second. She was so tired. Most of the balls were on their side. Another ball came towards her from Zim and she danced around it. She kept moving around the balls with ease."Oh, come on, pretty girl! You can't keep being a coward!"

Kyt looked at Tak, who had just thrown another ball. Without any effort Kyt raised her hands and caught it. Tak stared wide eyed. Kyt narrowed her eyes, "A coward.... Is not someone who is in pain. A coward... Is someone who treats another so badly they wished they never existed!"

With that Kyt, threw the ball with all the strength left in her. Her green eyes, shimmered like flames and the class let out a gasp as the ball, on contact with Tak, burst to flames, but left no fire nor did it injure her. Tak was knocked back, Zim watched in horror. He swiveled his head to look at Kyt, who was standing there with so much anger building up inside her. This wasn't the Kyt he knew, that was for certain. His eyes seemed to pop as he looked a bit past her. From her back the air seemed to be small waves, like heat rising from a road on an unbearably hot summer day.

What was this?

Before the game could be ended, the gym bell rang to get dressed. Kyt turned on her heel and marched to the locker room, everyone made sure to steer clear of her. As Zim helped Tak up, he watched Kyt's long white hair. She seemed fine from her blank expression. From beside him Tak laughed softly, but nearly maniacally, "It's time."

Zim felt his squeedly-spooch sink into an abyss of regret.

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As was now normal, Kyt was quiet for the rest of the day. To her amazement, Tak didn't say much to her as she usually did. She felt slightly at ease, but wasn't going to show it in fear of Tak taking that as a chance to bully her.

While the kids waited for the bell to ring at the end of the day, Dib turned in his seat to face Kyt. He tried to act as normal as he could for her, especially after her mother's death. It tore him to pieces seeing Kyt like this. "Hey, don't let Tak get to you about the Talent Show... Promise me you'll do it no matter what."

She bit her lip, thinking of all the discourage meant that emanates from Tak. But this was her best friend, her first friend, asking for a promise. After a moment, she nodded. Then asked, "How's your song?"

He smiled, "You'll... You'll see. It's for you. I mean... It made me think of important people in my life. You're important."

Kyt, for the first time in a while, laughed. It was a weak laugh, but still a laugh. Dib's random blabbering always made her smile. She had always found it cute. The two walked out of class together whennthe bell rang and put their things up in their lockers.

I have to do it. Today. I can do it. Dib chanted to himself as they walked out of the school. He was deliberately taking as slow of steps as possible. Which didn't bother Kyt. Gaz wasn't with them today, she had been too sick to even think of going to school. But if she were here she would tell he had no guts.

He could hear Gaz's snide tone in his mind.

No guts, fathead!

Dib summed up his courage and quickly blurted out before he had time to think, "Would you like to... To have me walk you home?"

Kyt blinked, tilting her head to look up at Dib. She smiled, having a friend around would be good for her. She needed to quit moping. "Sure, why not?"

Dib smiled, but in reality wanted to slap himself. Why hadn't he asked her? Why couldn't he just get it over with? No guts, fathead. He mentally groaned as they walked to her house. He wasn't sure if Kyt felt the awkwardness, but it was killing him. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, "Kyt... You know... Are you all right?"

He had wanted to ask her when she first started acting strange but he just didn't know how. He had never really understood emotions or how to approach them, he'd never really had to deal with them. This question caught Kyt off guard and she stopped. Slowly, she gave a nod, "Why wouldn't I be? I only have to move to the downtown part of the city..."

He turned to face her, looking over her face. The dark circles were noticeable under her dulled eyes, against her milky skin. He had the urge to reach out and run his fingers along her skin, to comfort her. She was tired; not only physically from having to pack all of the things she wanted to keep and store before she moved in with her foster family. She was emotionally drained and it was evident...

     He shook his head, and Kyt watched the sadness, the sadness for her, fill his eyes. "Don't lie."

They stood there for the longest time, Kyt bowed her head as all the thoughts that had been going through her mind for the past month rushed through her. Who was she kidding? She was miserable. She had just lost her mother, her only trusted person in her life.

Then it hit her; she hadn't. She had Dib. Dib whom from the very beginning had helped her out, even though she had approached him first. He had been there. So had Gaz and Gir... And, Zim, when he wasn't being an asshole. Kyt squeezed her eyes shut, that didn't stop a few tears from escaping.

Then she found herself in Dib's arms, sniffling. She allowed him to crush her against him, and she cried. He only kept hugging tighter like he was squeezing all the tears and pain and confusion out. Eventually, he lifted her head, one hand on each cheek and looked down at her sadly. He used his thumbs to wipe away the remaining tears and gave her a sad smile.

With no thought, his body moved on its own. He felt his heart pick up, he found his head tilting down to hers. He had no actual idea of what he was doing, but he moved his face towards her. She didn't reject him, but she herself wasn't sure what was going on. But before either one of them could realize, Dib found his lips only a hairs breath away from hers. Subconsciously she realized and her head tilted up so their lips met.

Dib felt a warmth spread through him, in his chest. His heart pounded like he had ran a five mile marathon. He felt a bubbly feeling surge up in him, like he was going to explode right then and there. He felt Kyt's warm hands on his chest. Was she going to push him away? She didn't, she grasped his shirt, pulling him closer. After a moment they pulled away,staring at eachother in wonder. Slowly, a grin overcame Dib's face, his lips feeling as if they had dozens of fluttering butterfly wings beating against them. Kyt reached up to run her fingers against her own lips like she felt what he did.Their faces still so close, he kissed each one, feeling his face heat up. She smiled then, actually smiled.

     Slowly, she pulled away from him and he immediately felt unsettlingly cold where her body had been, "I should hurry to finishing packing... I'll be fine the rest of the way home... See you!"

"Later, Kyt..." Dumbly, the boy waved to her back as she ran off disappearing towards her house. Suddenly he let out a cheer, jumping up and punching the air. He couldn't believe his luck. Never had he ever imagined that Kyt would have said yes. That she would let him be there as more than just her friend.

      "Finally!" Dib yelled up at the sky, a laughing erupting from him. Nothing could ever bring him down from this high...